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« Drôle, émouvant, et toujours imprévisible ! » New York Times
« Comment ne pas être sous le charme ? » People
« Une exploration de la famille et de la société, un soupçon de sentiments, c’est bon pour le moral, et servi avec un humour à toute épreuve. » Kirkus
Un an et demi après avoir exaucé le vœu de Will, qui souhaitait bénéficier du suicide assisté, Lou quitte sa ville natale où elle est la cible de critiques. Elle commence une nouvelle vie à Londres, mais elle a du mal à se conformer aux dernières volontés de Will qui lui recommandait de profiter de la vie.
462 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 23, 2015
“I think people get bored of grief,” said Natasha. “It’s like you’re allowed some unspoken allotted time—six months maybe—and then they get faintly irritated that you’re not ‘better.'"
Without someone to talk to, every sight I saw—whether it was the Trevi Fountain or a canal in Amsterdam—felt simply like a name on a list that I needed to check off.
She pulled the kind of face at me that told me simultaneously that I was an eejit, and also that this was no surprise to her whatsoever.












“The only way to avoid being left behind was to start moving.”







Are you listening? :P


You never know what will happen, when you fall from a great height.
Lily was the first to step forward, holding her white helium balloon. She lifted her arm, then as an afterthought, stooped and picked a tiny blue cornflower from one of her pots and tied it carefully to the string. Then she straightened, raised her hand, and, after the smallest hesitation, released the balloon.
I watched as Steven Traynor followed, saw Della's gentle squeeze of his arm as he did so. Camilla released hers, then Fred, Sunil, Georgina, her arm linked with her mother's. My mother, Treena, Dad, blowing his nose noisily into his handkerchief, and Sam. We stood in silence on the roof and watched the balloons sail upward, one by one into the clear blue sky, growing smaller and smaller until they were somewhere infinite, unseen.
I let mine go.



